Joker's Log-Arkham Asylum

Another one of my half finished escape plans was destroyed before I could complete it. This is actually becoming fun. I get to exercise the creative part of my brain. This last one involved a styrofoam lunch tray and that nasty Jell-o they serve. I don't know if it's possible to suffocate someone in Jell-o, but damn it I'm going to try. Maybe I should save that one for Robin. He looks like he would enjoy Jell-o. I wonder what kind of glare I would get from the old Bat if I told him his little birdie died in Jell-o.

Then again, that overly annoying, always talking back, Nightwing kind of has it coming. I wonder how he feels about mashed potatoes because the ones here are killer. Okay, bad pun, Jokie, but being in here doesn't give you a lot of ways to think up good puns. Although, calling it a pun normally implies it's bad.

I'm criticizing my own jokes that therapist is going to pay. She likes fruit. I wonder how hard I would have to throw them to kill. There's also the possibility that I could allow her to live. That way I can laugh hysterically when she runs to tell people that The Joker just assaulted her with fruit. Now that makes me laugh. Oh, it's shock therapy time. That's my favorite part of the day.

The End